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Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 74 (October 4 -October 10)
Our
body temperature
reaches the same level
as we lock our lust
with the warmth
of a kiss;
and the rages
of the anxious
touches...
The clock tells that
it's past midnight,
While we hoped longer sleep
under the jealous stars,
believing twilight is death.
reaches the same level
as we lock our lust
with the warmth
of a kiss;
and the rages
of the anxious
touches...
The clock tells that
it's past midnight,
While we hoped longer sleep
under the jealous stars,
believing twilight is death.
inspired by someone, thus wrote this.
ReplyDeletea fiction, no kidding.
a snack is definitely needed now.
ReplyDeleteYes, love and truth and life. Twilight was a movie. And a book. It's the birth of stars. And there's nothing better than Lays after midnight. To noon. Too soon.
ReplyDeletewow, keep popping this.
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stunning piece.
ReplyDeleteyummy.
ReplyDeletekeep impressing.
sweet gesture and poetry.
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ReplyDeletesuper sweet.
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